Perfection

             I refuse to believe that I am not perfect. This is mostly due to the fact I believe that perfection is whatever you choose it to be. And if this is so, why the hell wouldn't I be perfect?! Sure, there are lots of things I would change about myself: my man voice, my height, my looks, and my intelligence. Isn't that what makes us human though? Imperfection makes perfection. (A paradox Ms. Hammons would be proud of.)
             I used to try to make myself seem more Italian then I am. Truth is I'm 2/3 Prussian and 1/3 Italian and anyway my family is more like "The Olive Garden Italian." These people are those Italians. So, you're welcome for that. As I've been in high school I've realized that I don't care what people what people have to say to me or think about me. I am my own person and I don't need someone who isn't my parents or my siblings trying to run my life. Give me a cat and and warm sweater and I'll be a happy camper.
            So, back to perfection, I believe that if people are willing to admit it to themselves they will see their own perfection. They will see what I see in myself: a person who knows what they've been through, knows what they want from their life and is pretty good with who they are. So yes, I am perfect. I challenge you to say why you're perfect because if you say you are, you are. So goodnight. My cat and I are going to chill and have some Silk Dark Chocolate Almond Milk (my favorite drink excluding Diet Coke). Bye now.